What is the beauty of the blue moon and the stars in Ragnars's arms? Or do you not like eternity? You only love the passing of meteors in an instant. Catch the shadow of dreams, like birds chasing the glow needlessly, like nightingales singing and dancing tirelessly. Even though being gory pierced by thorns in the chest, you should know that illusion is another definition of romance: danger, thunder, and fear of all unpredictable things. So I can't sleep in the dark night. I think I am a star falling from the sky on earth, giving birth to homecoming flight feathers.
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